9 acessos
There's a lit bit of you in me
And though we're afraid to say it
We want to keep it down
Cause I want what I have to reach
When I'm on the verge of one lane
There's no use now
You froze when I showed I cared
When we've all forgotten how to live
How to bend
And you stop to say it's true
As we toast to the last dead honeymoon
Honeymoon
Where do we go
Where do we hide
Two thousand years and what did we find
Thrown back, how we beg, how we plead
But into the violets
Off into the violets I've made.